CHAPTER FIVE

Author's note:- sorry for the delay! I was kind of busy. And please review, that's what keeps me going. I cant write with no reviews….oh and that summary thing isn't working out, it spoils all the surprises, so lets have an author's note instead. If you liked my story so far, feel free to tell me. . I know, my poem was weird, but then, who cares? Review and review and review and review if you want more. Tried some more poetry. It sucked, but whatever. I'm reading "the merchant of Venice" right now, so far its pretty good.

Cassius

The spark appeared. Little stars at first, which slowly grew stronger, brighter, and much more vibrant.

He had been waiting for this. How, he didn't know. He didn't know what it was, that it was even supposed to appear, but he knew, somehow, that he had been waiting….but let that come later. First-

Old man

How? This wasn't what it had pretended so long to be, this was all a lie. A big, fat lie. And he had played into its hands, carelessly, not even thinking. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have let this happen? And there was everybody else, not even knowing what was happening to them, that they were being played, like puppets, not knowing that they could never get out of this complicated cycle, not knowing anything…..

Its better you shut up, the man told himself, and get out yourself. But his conscience wouldn't let him. They had a right to know, they were his creations after all, they were under him, and not that stupid actor.

Deception, dejection, and destiny-

The world's secret plan

Hidden in a corner of the mind,

Not coming out

Hidden, not revealing itself to be true

Hidden.

So false, so fake,

So true, so real,

But hidden, not coming out

Of the walls which bind it-the truth.

The cold concealed truth.

Unknown,

For perhaps eternity.

Concealed

From all of mankind.

Hidden.

So that we may live a lie.

Hidden.

Killing us slowly underneath.

Hidden.

Lost, not to be found.

The cold concealed truth.

Portia

He was walking in his stupid garden, wiping the tears falling from his eyes. It just felt so awful to not have Brutus on his side. And he did have his permission. Well, Caius was right; Brutus still thought it was 44 B.C. FORTY-FOUR. B.C! Oh, for Pete's sake, that was millennia ago! He looked stupidly at the ground. He stamped on it a little, the way people do when they are angry/upset/crazy.

The ground seemed to move.

'CLOUD QUAKE!' Rob cried loudly, and then realized that there was no such thing. He looked down and noticed that there was a dent on the ground. (A thick layer of soil is placed on top of the clouds for growing plants and stuff. Plus, looking at clouds all the time can make you either bored or dizzy, the latter if you are afraid of heights or something.)

'Did I do that?' he wondered aloud.

The ground seemed to nod a "yes", and this cheered Rob up a little.

'Wow,' he said, 'Mark was right, men are strong.'

He shouldn't have called him a sexist for such a stupid little thing. But then, wasn't Rob always a man. Why hadn't he created dents on the ground ever before this? Maybe it was just because know he knew that he was a man. He lifted a tree out of the ground in exasperation.

'Oops.'

'Man,' said Rob, 'now I want to be a woman again. And I don't feel any different. I'm just stronger. My body is still the same. It's just my hair. Short hair. And I don't even have any facial hair…I tried to shave and cut myself. Some man I am, all I did was fight with Mark and cut my chin.'

Brutus

He went to sleep, getting his much awaited rest.

He turned around in his sleep, murmuring in the dark. One word.

'Portia….'

Cassius

The sparks shone even more, blinding him as the sun did in the very beginning of this story. No need to write about it all over again.

Then they started to fade…into a person.

'Um,' said Caius, 'Good evening.'

'Hi!' said the person, who was an old woman who looked about a hundred and twenty seven. Pretty old. She had silvery-grey hair tied at the back of her hair in a tight bun. She was short, stout and wore a flowing light, but very glittery blue gown. Not that the colour could be seen much in the dark. (The sparks had faded, as is mentioned before. Just saying it again in case you forgot, since I totally did while going through this chapter the second time.)

'You must be like what, a hundred and twenty seven,' Caius blurted out.

'A hundred and thirty seven, in fact,' said the woman, 'anti-aging cream. Makes you look ten years younger.'

'That's very nice to know,' said Cassius. He of course, hadn't aged since the past two thousand years or so. .This piece of information, was, therefore not of much use to him. He wished that the woman would say something more constructive. She could tell him from where to get anti-depressants or something. They would have no side effects. Hello, this was heaven.

But then, no one is depressed in heaven so, who knows.

'You've been crying,' said the old woman rather cheerfully.

'I am aware of that,' said Caius.

'It's only natural, boy, nothing to be ashamed of.'

'When did I say I was ashamed?' said Caius, and gave the woman a long lecture on this article he had read on how crying was good and all….

'And,' Caius concluded, around fifteen minutes later, 'it boosts up your immunity.'

'How fascinating,' the woman said, her big blue eyes wide open with interest, 'I love your ideas.'

'They were not my ideas, person, I read them somewhere, didn't I tell you?

'You have a brain filled with excellent ideas nevertheless, boy. You are very imaginative.'

Caius supposed the unknown woman was only trying to be nice. He was definitely not imaginative. Quite the opposite, in fact. But then, the conspiracy was his idea and he was proud of it. So maybe he was imaginative in some weird way.

There was a minute's silence and then the woman suddenly broke it saying, 'I have a wand.'

She took it out and waved it around happily. 'Yay!' she said, 'Pipitee popitee poo!'

'Uh,' said Caius, 'nothing happened, but that looked really cool.'

'That's because it was meant to look cool,' the woman said, holding her body a little more upright than earlier, 'but, of course, I can totally do magic if I want.'

'Oooooooooooh yay! Show me!'

The woman quickly replied, 'now is not the time sonny, there are more important things to discuss.'

'Like…'

'Your tragic story of course. Talking helps-' and she got another lecture on how talking boosts up the immunity.

'Your tragic st -' she said, after the oration ended.

'You know of it?'

'Yup,' the woman replied proudly.

'How?'

'Let me explain' said the woman, 'sit down.'

Brutrus

"Portia was running in the field, her long silky dark hair flowing behind her. There was laughter on her face, and a smile on her mouth which reached her eyes. The background, the green grass, the yellow daffodils, the clear blue cloudless sky seemed faded behind her. It was nothing compared to her beauty. She turned her head back and laughed, like she hadn't in ages. A few strands of hair fell in on her face, and she pushed them back with her long slender hands. She called to him, asking him to join her.

'Mark,' she cried, and her voice echoed till the last points of the universe, 'don't you want to come here with me? See, its so pretty, look at the flowers. Look at the sky, look at the birds. Isn't this the best day ever?'

Brutus smiled his reply and went to join her. He had barely reached her, when her bright-green eyes turned a misty grey, her petite willowy figure turned tall and slightly more built, her hair length shortened…

'Portia?'

'Brutus,' said another voice, not Portia's. Cassius'."

Brutus woke up, wondering what it all meant.

Portia.

WHY? WHY? WHY? Oooooooh, check out these muscles…

Cassius.

'You were a mere child of minus-0.9 years when-'

'How?'

'-You weren't born yet, sonny. Let me continue- when your mother-.'

'With her rash temper?'

'Yes yes, but she was happy then-'

'Too bad I missed it.'

'-Very tragic indeed yes. When your mother-.'

'GO MOM!'

'WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK? When your mother-guess what she did. I was her bestest friend. That's a clue, now guess.'

'Um.'

'Haven't you figured it out yet?'

'Um. No.'

'Then you are in for a surprise. Caius Cassius, I am your fairy godmother.'

Old man / Portia

'Portia.'

'It's Rob now.'

'No, it's all messed up, I've got to tell you the truth. Oh shit! I'm speaking aloud…'

A few police men look-alikes entered the scene. Police men, in heaven? They grabbed the old man and hand-cuffed him, dragging him, offering him lollipops when he refused to budge. He screamed, but no one heard him. He finally gave in, accepting a lollipop, but only to realize that there was nothing on the stick after opening the wrapper.

'LIARS!' he screeched.

'Portia-,' he yelled, 'find me! I'll tell you everything. He's a fake! He's pre-,' and he was gone.

'WAIT!' Portia cried out, her voice was not deep, but soft and high pitched, in its unique feminine way.

'What does this mean?' she said, but to herself.

Someone whose name I am not mentioning because it will spoil the surprise

World dominance.

All his.

He would rule.

He laughed, 'hahaha! They don't know. They don't know anything.'

'Sir,' said his assistant who was a tall, slim woman with brown hair which was highlighted blond. It could also have been vice versa, but that does not matter. People's hair colours hardly count in a story like this. She was wearing a very short skirt. But that does not matter much either.

'Haahhaaaaaaaahahahaha!' said the evil boss.

'Yes, sir I quite agree, but may I please talk,' the assistant said, pushing her thin framed spectacles further up her nose.

'Go on.'

'They could know. And those "hahaha's" went out of fashion ages ago. I mean, evil people from the 70's did that.'

'Sorry. How could they know?'

'You may have noticed, sir. Not everything is going according to plan. See?' and she pointed towards something on the computer screen. The file's (the file which contained the thing was being pointed towards )name was 'the plaaaaan'. What was in it, you shall not know till the author, i.e. me, decides to tell you.

'Shit,' said the evil man, 'now what?'

I am so sorry my chapters are growing from short to shorter. But I am really busy nowdays. Please review and FORCE me into writing more. Please please please review. I fall on my knees, begging you to review. If you do, my chapters will grow longer. SWEAR….and guess who the evil man and his assistant are!